Liu Kang also frowned slightly. He knew that what his father had said was correct.
After all, Wu Feng had been able to instantly kill five Saint-stage opponents while in the late Tribulation Stage. An ordinary assassin definitely wouldn't be able to stand against him.
If the family's most elite experts were sent to act, however, there would be a price to pay.
"So, Father, how about you handle it personally? After all, you've already surpassed the Saint level. Killing this kid would be effortless for you."
Liu Kang made the suggestion.
Liu's Father shook his head and said, "That wouldn't be very safe. We'd be better off taking that thing with us."
As he spoke, Liu's Father pointed at a painting beside them.
The painting looked tattered. It depicted a woman who appeared extremely refined, standing in a bamboo forest.
Through Liu Kang's perspective, Wu Feng also saw the painting. A great many thoughts immediately surfaced in his mind.
That was because the painting contained an enormous, indescribable power. Clearly, the so-called mission Liu Kang was carrying out—the one Wu Feng had sensed—had to involve this thing.
Wu Feng could even sense that, through Liu Kang's eyes, the woman in the painting seemed to wink at him.
Wu Feng knew this wasn't an illusion, and he became somewhat wary.
After Liu Kang glanced at the painting a few times, he said, "Father, I know this painting is extremely powerful, but it seems to have major side effects too. Don't use it yourself."
"Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I'll have one of the servants in the residence use it. But that servant's cultivation can't be too low either. Otherwise, the woman won't even come out before the servant is drained dry."
At that moment, Liu's Father was also